TARDIS

I hate Ethridge Carlson, the man smells bad, has bad teeth, ew.  Anyway at about 4:30am this morning he had me out on a ten mile run scouting the road ahead of their idiot convoy to get supplies.  And get this reader - oh' you will not believe this - but I overheard them talking and one of the main reasons they are going is for cigarettes and booze.  Senior citizens!  I know, I'm naive, I thought they wanted photos of their now zombified loved ones or knitting supplies.  Nope, packs of Camel is the priority.

Our old Commander told them NO to the big thingie vehicle that moves people and is from WWII lovingly restored.  He was adamant they not take it, so of course they did which allowed them to take an extra fifteen or so people. 

He stalked off after losing the argument.  Concerned I followed him into our bunk.  Reader...he was laughing.  Wow.

So I do my run and come back and a couple of  hours had past because I had to dodge some zombs and just was being lazy about the whole progress because I hated being up so early and not being able to see properly.  What if there were spiders? Ew.

I get back and its light and the convoys had already left.  Yeah - send me out on a ten miler and then don't even wait for me to get back!  They must have been in some kind of hurry to find some smokes and spark up.

I go back into my buck and it's completely transformed.  There is a rack and routers and devices attached to it that I have no idea what are.  A new solar panel is on our roof and wires are everywhere.

The Commander is a network engineer and runs our leg of Ruffle net it turns out.  He wanted the network away from Carlson I guess.  He didn't really give an reason for moving a ton of blinking lights into our living space.

Our Living Quarters

"So want to watch some tv?"  He asked.  I looked at him incredulously.  He pointed to my old Macintosh laptop.  "I can hook it up to the server and we can stream some tv" he said.

He had Doctor Who, Sherlock, Community, M*A*S*H, and terabyte upon terabyte of tv shows and movies.  Soon we were watching Community and laughing our butts off.  He brought out the elk jerky, the go to snack in camp.

There were a lot of questions I wanted to ask him like, "did you just knowingly send all those people to die?" or "Why don't you depose Ethridge Carlson?" or "How do you know how to do all this engineering stuff?"  But - I'm shy and even when he's laughing he's intimidating.

The Tourists had now gone.  We were doing absolutely nothing but watching TV and it was luxurious.  It was a good day after all despite the ten mile early morning run.  The Commander relaxed out on his bunk and took a nap.  It was one of those sorts of days.  It struck me that he probably never gets to nap or eat jerky or watch TV that maybe him letting Carlson screw everything up for a week or two was simply to get a vacation.

That's all for today dear reader....cheers!